Weird Feeling
Sometimes we are just going along with our day, doing our thing, and a weird feelings hits. Like, something isn't right somewhere. You go to text people... but then you don't want to be 'that' person. Then your imagination creates all kind of scenarios. It's funny how feelings work.
I had a good day today.
A great WTF moment in my statistics class. These sorority girls sit behind me and their stories are insane. I wear headphones for as long as I can just so I don't have to listen. The teacher was a bit late so I was subjected to this:
"Have you read the assigned book yet?"
"No, like, I've had so much to do. What's it about?"
"Well.... (long pause) ... You know that saying "Your big brother is watching you"? Well this is where that came from!" The sense of pride in this girls voice was insane. "It's, like, called 1964 and this guy is a time traveler, so, like, 1964 is the future. It's pretty dope, you should at least skim it."
I literally sat my head down on my desk.
Orwell's 1984 is NOT about time traveling.
I think I pretty much bombed my chem test. I felt pretty good about it too, was a real bummer. And I was kind of kicking myself on the drive home. Then something kind of cool happened:
1) A lady bug landed on me and all of my windows were rolled up (second time this week)
2) Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again" came on my playlist. That's my grandma.
I just started kind of laughing and felt this incredible euphoria spread throughout my body, was the craziest thing. And I thought to myself, You know what? If I make a bad grade, or even if I fail this class. I can take it again. This will not end me, not even close! Have I given it all of my effort? Pretty much! And you know I'm trying this school thing, I'm putting it out there. And that's good enough for me.
This is pretty monumental if you know me. I can tend to always think the worst and worry constantly. I hope that it's a moment I can hold onto.
I had a good day today.
A great WTF moment in my statistics class. These sorority girls sit behind me and their stories are insane. I wear headphones for as long as I can just so I don't have to listen. The teacher was a bit late so I was subjected to this:
"Have you read the assigned book yet?"
"No, like, I've had so much to do. What's it about?"
"Well.... (long pause) ... You know that saying "Your big brother is watching you"? Well this is where that came from!" The sense of pride in this girls voice was insane. "It's, like, called 1964 and this guy is a time traveler, so, like, 1964 is the future. It's pretty dope, you should at least skim it."
I literally sat my head down on my desk.
Orwell's 1984 is NOT about time traveling.
I think I pretty much bombed my chem test. I felt pretty good about it too, was a real bummer. And I was kind of kicking myself on the drive home. Then something kind of cool happened:
1) A lady bug landed on me and all of my windows were rolled up (second time this week)
2) Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again" came on my playlist. That's my grandma.
I just started kind of laughing and felt this incredible euphoria spread throughout my body, was the craziest thing. And I thought to myself, You know what? If I make a bad grade, or even if I fail this class. I can take it again. This will not end me, not even close! Have I given it all of my effort? Pretty much! And you know I'm trying this school thing, I'm putting it out there. And that's good enough for me.
This is pretty monumental if you know me. I can tend to always think the worst and worry constantly. I hope that it's a moment I can hold onto.